Monday, May 02, 2005

Trusty, Rusty, Dusty...Gone!

I love a blog title that leaves you wondering what the heck I am up to today. Well, I know Debbles has already figured out what I am carrying on about.

The Albatross has been sold! What on earth is The Albatross? I am so glad you asked.

1 year and 3 months ago, we bought Debbles Forerunner. She went and bought herself a cool cat mini and she was kind enough to sell us her ForeRunner for a smokin' deal. She took pitty on us, we had 3 kids and 2 vehicles, my car and little Toyota pickup truck that Paul is was in love with. Yippie! We now had two vehicles that we all fit in.

Paul decides to put the Toyota pickup truck up for sale. This is a great little truck, indeed it is a little work horse. It has more go go juice than the ForeRunner (Sorry Debbles) and runs like a top. It is also, well, ugly. Paul wanted his money out of it so he put it up for sale at the same price we bought it at 3 or 4 years ago, $2,500. He posted a great sign on it, listing all The Albatross's wonderful attributes, all the extras, all the wonderful things about The Albatross that Paul had grown to love. He even had the phrase 'little rust' on his sign.

After The Albatross sat in the driveway and waited patiently for a new home for about six months. I talked Paul into bringing the price down to $2000. I also talked him into taking the 'little rust' line off his list. How did I do this? I simply put two fingers all the way through the body of the truck, through the rust hole that was about 4 inches away from the sign. Paul was a bit a lot in love with this little truck and was having a little trouble letting it go.

When I complained about it sitting in the driveway he would say things like, "Well, it might help if I would put an ad in the paper." To make a short story long. The Rust Bucket Albatross, after 1 year and 3 months of being 'FOR SALE" has been sold. Please join me in a moment of screaming and a dancing on the table silence and respect for the loss of The Albatross.

I swear to you I thought Paul was going to cry when he came home and saw the empty driveway. He got misty as we talked about it over dinner. I covered my mouth politely with my napkin...I did not want him to see my grin:)